Ain’t Livin Right
Future · Produced by Nikko Bunkin, TrellGotWings
Ain’t Livin Right lyrics
Intro Future
I need therapy wanna retail today and spend thousands ayy
Ima get my head cloudy don’t wanna have a memory of anything (Im not goin anywhere Nikko)
(You’ll fly too)
Ayy
Chorus Juice WRLD Future
Put away your problems (Tryna put away my problem)
I dont sell drugs I cop em (I got drugs can I cop)
I be livin life all wrong (I be livin life wrong)
I aint livin right uh I aint livin’ right yeah
I ain’t livin right uh I ain’t livin right yeah
I aint livin right uh I ain’t livin right yeah
I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah
I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah oh
Verse 1 Gunna
I aint livin right (Nah)
We from different sides (Sides)
I done sacrificed and it made me a mastermind (mastermind)
I done switched lanes Bentley coupe got frog eyes
We got rich hey and I still got mob ties (Got mob ties)
Never sober I always be high (High)
I be most likely baggin a nine (Baggin a nine)
Aint no question my niggas gon ride (Gon ride)
You a bitch you throw rocks and go hide (Go hide)
I just mixed the Ciroc and some red (Some red)
Couldnt pick one it was hard to decide (Hard to decide)
Hit my niece then I talk to the don (Talk to the don)
Got a new Bentley the seat can massage (Massage)
In the PH just me and my niggas we alright (Alright)
On the PJ sippin codeine on long flights (Long flights)
Damn I forgot her name only fucked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage know young Gunna aint livin right
Chorus Juice WRLD
And they put away my problems
I dont sell drugs I cop em
I be livin life all wrong
I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah
I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah
I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah
I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah oh
Verse 2 Juice WRLD
Forgiatos spinnin
They look like my diamonds
Bitch my Glock got a twin
Man thats two times
Im on two percs again
Something dont feel right
But this shit real right slatt
This shit real right Uh
This that pure white crack
Yo mom need that
Lord knows she needed them nickel blows to function
This that new Maybach Ima speed in it uh
Roll some tree in it uh fuck a freak in it uh
Ima do me in it
Timid all these niggas timid uh
All these niggas pussy uh
Codeine in my sippy cup
I chug it dont sip a lot
Your bitch on my dick a lot
I guess thats not your bitch uh
Funny laughing to the bank and its funny
Perky in my brain Im a junkie uh
Uh not a dummy lotta cash
Im a dummy Im a spaz
Chopper leave your ass in the quick past
Everyday I dash to the quick cash
I get that
Gun on my hip I cant risk that
Desert eagle I shoot knock my wrist back
Chorus Juice WRLD
And they put away my problems
I dont sell drugs I cop em
I be livin life all wrong
I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah
I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah
I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah
I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah oh
Outro Future
Tryna put away my problems
I got drugs can I cop
Ive been livin life wrong
Yeah
Aint livin right at all